“I am so sorry, Phil,” she faltered, blushing and looking down.
“Oh, don’t you trouble about it, Miss Winnie. Folks didn’t ought to fret for little troubles like that. Besides, I think sometimes it’s done me good, all that thinking I had time for then.”
Winifred drew a little nearer, interested by the look on Phil’s face.
“What did you think about?”
“Oh, ever such a lot of things; and by-and-by it seemed quite clear.”
“What seemed clear?”
“Why, that it was wrong to fret as I’d been doing—wrong to feel so lonesome.”
“But why was it wrong?”
“Because it seemed kind of not trusting the Lord Jesus. He said He’d always be with us to take care of us and comfort us; and sure enough He is, if only we’ll just look up and find Him.”
Winifred looked awed and reverent.